Thirties

I've heard it said that for some people, life begins at thirty. Well, I'm still three years out, still languishing on in the end of my twenties.

A painful decade it has been, frocked with the utter depths of loneliness and longing, yearning to find who I really am and where I really belong, with no emotional support and no affection all along the way.

The clouds have not yet even begun to part, but I can sense a clearing not too far ahead, at least I hope. I can't live like this much longer.